Zhang Xinhui and Mi Siri looked at the son of Emperor Tian who suddenly appeared behind them and turned into a human form.
Both of them were slightly stunned, but the next moment they were in instinctive awe of the Son of Emperor Tian, and they immediately lowered their heads.
"We understand."
Zhang Xinhui thought to himself: 'Is the Holy Son so powerful... that he didn't even attack with all his strength at this time?'
'Even...even when Chu Qiguang involved us in the ghost realm, was it possible that we were just involved in a clone of the Holy Son?'
'From the beginning to the end, the Holy Son was like a chess player, calmly watching us fight each other on the battlefield?'
At this moment, Zhang Xinhui and Mi Siri looked at the son of Emperor Tian in front of them, feeling more and more unfathomable in their hearts.
And Li Yaofeng, who saw that the two of them were temporarily trapped by him and transformed into the sons of Emperor Tian through the "Shadowless Tribulation", breathed a sigh of relief.
'We've delayed them for the time being.' Li Yaofeng thought in her mind: 'But I don't know how long we can delay them. The rest is up to you...'
'Chu Qiguang, let me see if you have any way to make a comeback.'
'In the end, will I be eaten by this freak, or will I turn defeat into victory?'
On the other side, the Son of Emperor Tian seemed to have completely suppressed An Yiyun, the leader of the Tianjian Sect in front of him.
The five huge dragon heads simultaneously release the Great Demon Prajna, Qi and Blood Shock Wave, Thunder, Black and Yellow Storm and various Taoist techniques of the Emperor of Heaven.
It was like five Taoist warriors besieging An Yiyun at the same time, beating her to the point where she was retreating.
Jiaojiao said worriedly: "What is my brother doing? I can't stand it anymore!"
Qiao Zhi looked at An Yiyun who was struggling to hold on, but said calmly: "Don't worry, this woman won't die that easily."
"And so far, she should have retained her strength."
He thought to himself: 'After all, according to the original historical trend, she was among the first group of people to break through to the Tao after the death of Emperor Yong'an...'
On the battlefield.
An Yiyun's sword fingers were linked together, frantically squeezing every ounce of sword energy in his body, trying to resist the oncoming attack.
'Chu Qiguang is not feeling well yet? He is too unreliable...'
'Although it has not broken through to a realm above the Taoist realm, this monster...has the power within its body equivalent to that of many top Taoist warriors.'
'In a head-on confrontation, I have no chance of winning.'
'But defeating the strong with the weak, and using the small to make a big difference... has always been the creed of our sect.'
Since the establishment of Tianjian Sect, almost every dynasty and every generation has changed the general trend of the world through assassinations.
Although one person and one sword cannot defeat the country, it can frighten the princes, frighten the emperor, and terrify the world.
It relies on the assassination method passed down from generation to generation.
'Fighting head-on is not what I'm good at.'
'I can't compare to you in terms of strength.'
'But sometimes killing your opponent doesn't necessarily mean you are stronger than your opponent.'
'It's not like I have no chance... almost.'
At this moment, An Yiyun's eyes turned cold, and strong murderous aura burst out from his body.
The violent killing intent spread out in all directions without restraint.
It even gave everyone present the illusion that the temperature had dropped.
The son of Emperor Tian, who bore the brunt of the attack, felt it more deeply. The majestic murderous intention rushed towards his face, attacking every inch of his skin like the cold wind in the polar region.
In this wave of murderous intent, Huangtian's son deeply felt the other party's murderous intention, and also understood something...
'Does this woman really want to kill me and really thinks she can kill me?'
The son of Emperor Tian was stunned for a moment when he sensed this, and then became furious.
"It's just food, but you dare to have such thoughts."
An Yiyun, who noticed this change in mood, sneered in his heart: 'The sword energy that just struck has worked... arrogance, pride, contempt...'
The five dragon heads of the Emperor's Son opened their mouths at the same time, and all five kinds of breaths erupted at this moment, turning into a destructive frenzy and bombarding An Yiyun.
'Abnormal emotional changes naturally make it easy to find violations.'
'But if you zoom in along the other person's nature, it won't be so easy to find.'
Looking at the Son of Emperor Tian who was breathing out all his strength, An Yiyun pinched the sword formula in his hand, and waves of sharp aura suddenly burst out from the Son of Emperor Tian.
This was the sword that was hidden on the son of Emperor Tian when he left the ghost realm and was ambushed by An Yiyun.
An Yiyun once sent a similar sword species to the Changsheng Palace, but even Emperor Yong'an failed to discover it.
At this moment, the possessed sword suddenly erupted, and dozens of incandescent sword energy rose up, directly slashing towards the neck below the dragon's head.
Large pieces of flesh and blood suddenly exploded.
Li Yaofeng was shocked when he saw this scene: 'Cut it open so easily?'
He reacted in the next moment: 'Although an astonishing amount of destructive power is erupted through the dragon's breathing, destructive power is also running under the skin of the neck, which is also the most vulnerable time.'
There is the power of breath inside that impacts outwards, and there is a sharp sword energy cutting through it from outside.
Under such internal and external attacks, a dragon head burst out with a miserable scream, was cut off from the middle, and fell towards the ground.
Everyone watching this scene looked shocked. No one expected that the change would happen so quickly, and that the son of Emperor Tian would actually have his head cut off.
"Holy Son!" Seeing the broken dragon head, Mi Siri and Zhang Xinhui were instantly ready to move, and the blood and energy in their bodies surged crazily.
The two men stared at An Yiyun with murderous eyes, as if they wanted to rush forward and tear the woman into pieces at the next moment.
Li Yaofeng's voice sounded behind them, and the cold voice was full of arrogance: "Don't move around, take a good look."
At the same time, An Yiyun dodged to avoid the breath sprayed by Emperor Tian's son.
She changed the sword techniques in both hands and was trying to control the sword energy to slash at the other head.
But suddenly, a black shadow suddenly flashed in the gushing breath of the Son of Emperor Tian.
The black shadow rushed out of the breath in a flash, and with an explosion of air, it directly wrapped around An Yiyun's right arm.
As the breath dissipated, everyone saw a scarlet tentacle growing out of the dragon's mouth of the Son of Emperor Tian.
This tentacle actually used the cover of breath to sneak in front of An Yiyun.
Power like a mountain or a sea burst out from the tentacles and tightly wrapped around An Yiyun's right arm.
The son of Emperor Tian sneered: "It's over."
Intense demon dye instantly burst out from the tentacles.
'I spent a lot of time strengthening these tentacles. The magic dye is enough to kill her before she can cut them open...'
When the son of Emperor Tian was thinking this, An Yiyun snorted coldly, his face becoming more murderous, as if it was covered with a layer of frost.
I saw her sword fingers connected, and the exploding sword energy slashed out vertically. With a blast of air, she had directly cut open her right arm, and the whole person also moved backwards.
The son of Emperor Tian smiled slightly, retracted his tentacles with a snap, and swallowed An Yiyun's severed arm into his mouth.
The next moment, streams of strong white essence spread out from his body, gradually turning into gleaming incandescent sword energy.